“Not that I saw.”
Recalling the cool gust of wind that had struck her face, Penny took thought. Was it possible that Elda actually had seen someone crouching on the skylight? However, the idea seemed fantastic. She could think of no reason why any person would hide on the roof above the photography room.
“Oh, snap out of it, Elda,” she said carelessly. “Even if you did see a shadow, what of it?”
“It was a man, I tell you!”
“A workman perhaps. Mr. DeWitt sent me to tell you he was in a hurry for that picture.”
“Oh, tell Mr. DeWitt to jump in an ink well!” Elda retorted angrily. “He’s always in a hurry.”
“You haven’t been watching a shadow all this time, I judge,” Penny commented.
“Of course not. I went downstairs to get a candy bar.”
With a sigh, Elda pulled herself from the chair. She really did look as if she had undergone a bad fright, Penny observed. Feeling a trifle sorry for the girl, she helped her find the photograph, and they started with it to the newsroom.
“I’d not say anything about the shadow if I were you, Elda,” Penny remarked.